Chapter 1 Who to talk to

Thank you for the reward of "Jiuyou on the other side" GG. Caomin has just returned home and now begins to code words. Today, I will strive for three more...

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In the endless sea, there is no sound except for the sound of seagulls flying in the sky and the roar of waves beating on the reef.

The black wings of the original mountain shook slightly, turned into a black lightning, and flew towards the distant island. Looking at the vast sea, I couldn't help admiring that the vast sea has existed since the birth of the original world, but the monks on the vast sea did not know how many generations have changed.

There are talented people in the country, each with ** for hundreds of years.

This is the essence of the practice world...

Looking at the hazy island in the distance, the original mountain fell on a huge reef on the sea. Looking at the island in front of me, I was not as excited as I imagined. Only a faint sadness enveloped my heart. After all, the people there may give themselves an unexpected answer. Perhaps, that answer, from It was predestined at the beginning.

That island is Mingyu, one of the noble sons that Yuanshan met on Jushu Island, that is, Mingquan Island, the island where the grandfather of the young man who is exactly like Yuanshan is located.

The original mountain sits on the reef, shrouded in wisps of black fog, closes his eyes, and doesn't think about anything. After all, tonight's Mingquan Island, tonight's Mingquan old man will definitely give himself an answer.

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The starry night is lonely. Except for a silver moon in the sky, only a few stars are blinking. I don't know whether they are observing the world or waiting for the world to observe them.

Yuanshan stood up from the reef and looked at Mingquan Island shrouded in a layer of fog from afar. His blue eyes flashed slightly, and wisps of light flashed by. Suddenly, the defense array of Mingquan Island was like a lamb of **, completely appearing in front of Yuanshan.

He took a step forward silently and appeared on Mingquan Island. The misty array did not seem to play a role at all.

The whole Mingquan Island is quiet. Because the old man of Mingquan is quiet, no one dares to make a loud noise after nightfall.

Yuanshan's right hand bounced slightly, and a small green figure appeared in the palm of his hand. It was the precious grandson of the famous spring old man imprisoned by Yuanshan, the ghost of Mingyu.

As soon as Mingyu appeared in the palm of Yuanshan, it twisted violently, as if he was shouting something. Yuanshan smiled, but did not say a word. His closed eyebrows cracked silently, and a brilliant green light swept through the ghost of Mingyu, and once again quietly entered the eyebrows of Yuanshan.

As the green light passed by, Mingyu's ghost seemed to be shocked and suddenly curled up in a ball. The original mountain did not look at it. His body moved and disappeared in place and appeared in front of a stone house in the back mountain of Mingquan Island.

Yuanshan looked at the stone house in front of him, took a deep breath, and still took a step forward. His body turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared straight in front of the stone house.

"You're here..."

As soon as Yuanshan's body appeared in the stone house, the middle-aged man sitting on the futon opened his eyes, looked at Yuanshan fixedly, and said, as if he had been waiting for Yuanshan for a long time.

Yuanshan's eyes have all kinds of complex feelings. Looking at the middle-aged man sitting on the futon, he saw that the other party was thin, but only his eyes were like the stars in the night, shining and unforgettable...

How can you forget? Just at a glance, Yuanshan knew that the other party's eyes were the eyes that often appeared in his dreams. From childhood to age, although he did not know who the owner of those eyes was, it was undeniable that those eyes accompanied Yuanshan from beginning to end.

"You know I will come..." Yuanshan also sat on a futon opposite the middle-aged man and said quietly, as if he was asking questions that had nothing to do with him.

The middle-aged man quietly looked at Yuanshan, and the tide in his eyes seemed to be recalling something. From beginning to end, he did not look at the distorted figure in the palm of Yuanshan. It seemed that the Mingyu, who was deprived of his soul by Yuanshan, was not his son.

Yuanshan looked at the ghost of Mingyu curled up in his palms and flicked it casually. Mingyu's ghost disappeared and appeared in front of the middle-aged people. Mingyu also seemed to wake up and shouted loudly to the middle-aged man: "Father, save me, let grandpa save me..."

The middle-aged man's eyes finally fluctuated. Looking at the crying Mingyu, he sighed slightly, "Is this my son? Perhaps the original choice was really a mistake!"

Then, the middle-aged man held Mingyu's soul in the palm of his hand and whispered to Mingyu, "Child, in fact, it's all my father's fault. It's because I care too much about you that I make you look like this. Well, don't cry anymore. Father will take you away. From now on, we will always be together..."

Yuanshan looked at this scene blankly. Although countless doubts in his heart had not been solved, he knew that the man opposite would definitely give himself an answer.

Sure enough, after the middle-aged man comforted Mingyu, he took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over to the palm of Yuanshan, with a trace of memory and a wisp of sadness. He seemed to be at a loss and seemed to be relieved, saying, "This jade slip was left by Mingyu's mother to you. You were still young, so I didn't give it to you. You think All the questions you need to know are here. Well, you can go. If you want to see her, then her cemetery is in the valley of the back mountain..."

After saying these words, the thin middle-aged man seemed to have spent too much energy. He waved to Yuanshan tiredly and muttered, "You go..."

Yuan Shan took Yu Jian in his hand. Although there were thousands of words, he felt that he didn't know how to open his mouth, so he had to walk out of the room silently. When he appeared outside the stone house, he vaguely heard the middle-aged man in the stone house seem to mutter:

"Since ancient times, I have been hurting and parting, and it is even more embarrassing. In the cold autumn festival, where to wake up from the wine tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the remnant moon. After these years, it should be a good day and a good scenery, even if there are thousands of amorous feelings, who to talk to..."

The middle-aged man in the stone house kept muttering "who to talk to". At the same time, he stroked the ghost of Mingyu with both hands and gently held it. With a soft sound, the ghost of Mingyu turned into a green light spot and floated in the black stone house, while the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth were exposed. With a smile, he seemed to say something softly, or comfort something. His eyes were closed, and there was no more sound...

The original mountain paused, but did not look back and walked towards the path in front of the stone house. However, for a moment, his figure appeared in the valley at the foot of the back mountain. In the bare valley, there were only a few green pines. At the same time, in the center of the valley, under a huge pine tree, there was a grave.

The figure of the original mountain stayed in front of the tombstone. This is a grave made of granite, and there is no weed on it. It can be seen that this cemetery is often cleaned up. He looked at the jade-like tombstone and saw a few big words on it: "The Tomb of the deceased wife!"

only four words, but when Yuan Shan's eyes fell on these four words, he felt a strong sadness, as if the middle-aged man had broken his heart when he carved these four words on the tombstone.

Yuanshan slowly squatted in front of the tombstone. The jade slips clenched in his right hand were quietly broken. A faint white smoke floated out of the jade slips and hovered over the cemetery. After a while, it condensed into a hazy figure.

"Children..."

Yuanshan looked up at the woman. Although it was hazy, the virtual shadow formed by white smoke alone made people feel warm and calm. When the virtual shadow said this to Yuanshan, Yuanshan felt that his heart was suddenly peaceful, and a throbbing was full of Yuanshan's heart.

A tear fell from Yuanshan's eyes. He looked up at the woman in the void and said nothing, but there was unprecedented sadness in his blue eyes. He held the left hand of the tombstone and trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry..."

Harama roared in his heart, don't say sorry...

"I picked you up from the ground, but I didn't fulfill a mother's duty. I just left you alone. Child, although I'm not your own mother, please believe that my love for you has never been missing..."

Yuanshan's body trembled, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort to calm himself down and not disturb the woman in the void.

"I know that my injury is irreparable, and after my death, can you and Xiaoyu avoid the pursuit of the enemy? May God bless you that you can escape to the vast sea safely and find Xiaoyu's grandfather, and you will be safe. I will bless you in heaven or in the underworld..."

When this sentence was finished, the white smoke in the air began to dissipate slowly, and Yuanshan could not suppress his emotions. He raised his head. His blue eyes were full of sadness, and drops of tears slipped from his face. He shouted loudly to the dissipated white smoke: "Why..."

The loud sound was like the thunder that Pingtian remembered, waking up everyone on Mingquan Island. However, it seemed that they had been instructed early and no one came out of the room. They either stayed in the room quietly or impatiently, staring at the back mountain from time to time through the cracks in the window.

Yuanshan slowly stood up, and the tears at the corners of his eyes finally fell. The enchanting face was a kind of deep sadness. At the same time, wisps of black fog gushed out from the body of Yuanshan, gathering the white smoke that was about to dissipate.

Yuanshan carefully held the white smoke in the palm of his hand, but for a moment, a wisp of white smoke that was about to dissipate condensed into a vague human figure again.

A tear fell into the white fog, and Yuanshan seemed to mutter: "Why..."

"Let me tell you..."

An answer came from behind the original mountain.

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